The ball is rolling
Along with heads
Eyes are searching
For pleasure, happiness

Where it falls
The heart rejoices
Exchanged happiness
Focal point of desire

Where it stops
It stands and falls with happiness
Passing dead bodies
Traces of eviscerated life

There, people are replaced
Like living numbers
On which the ball is aiming at
Turning around itself

Cunning words
Join this game
Twisted truth
Believed in light

Deception in itself
Where no profit can be made
Within the rotation of misfortune, happiness
Unable to bring back life…

Didi Artist 14.09.2012



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